Lyrics
Verse 1
Sore thumb here, friends, fingers, and the like
Here to make a little noise and put some thumbprints on the mic.
Green thumbs, let me know it if the beat’s growing on you.
Thumb suckers, you can loosen up now if you want to.
Gonna make your head spin, gonna make your eyes cross,
Like the trick your uncle does, where he pulls his thumb off.
Or maybe I’ll just end up looking dumb, that’s how it goes
Like I fell for the trick where you say you’ve got my nose.
Just move to the music, yeah, that’s what we’ll do next
Bounce to the beat, ‘cause I am the pollex.
Thumb jokes rise like blisters on thumbs when you shovel,
Add a thumb tapping beat, and the impact will double.
It’s all stuck in your head, with the rhythm and all
Like a thumb in a hole in a snug bowling ball
As a general rule of thumb, you won’t be disappointed
Comin’ at you from all angles like my thumbs were double-jointed
(Chorus)
Whadd’ya’ think? (Thumbs up, hands down!)
Shout it like you missed and hit your thumb with a hammer pound.
Whadd’ya’ think? (Thumbs up, hands down!)
If you’re under my thumb, I wanna hear you make some sound.
Verse 2
Where is Thumbkin? Thumb’s right here.
How are you today sir? That’s unclear.
Fear of rejection keeps emotion inside.
Hurts like a thumbtack when you push the wrong side.
Trying to find my place, but not really fittin’
Always the only one alone in the mitten.
Standouts sit out, never sure how to get in.
Thumbs on the sidelines, twice shy, once bitten.
When thumbs shine, thumbs take center hand.
Thumbs make enemies, thumbs get fans.
Thumbs stick their necks out, or knuckles, I guess
To put their audiences good reactions to the test
That’s me, hoping that my beats hit home,
So give the hand signal like you live in ancient Rome
Thumbs up, and I know I’ve done OK,
Thumbs down, this gladiator doesn’t walk away.
(Bridge)
1,2,3,4, I declare a thumb war.
5,6,7,8, Try to keep your thumb straight
1,2,3,4, I declare a thumb war
5,6,7,8, No tag teams. (Record scratch: “That does NOT rhyme”)
Verse 3
Hey, folks. I’m the big toe’s handy cousin
Some say the thumb has all the fun, but he doesn’t.
Perceptions, like arthritis, destroy usefulness
Renegade thumbs can’t always co-exist.
Opposable thumbs oppose conventional thought.
Four go one direction, but the thumb does not.
I don’t know who’s right, I don’t know which way’s better
But you only get a grip when the five work together
Some fingers don’t quite exactly approve
Some fingers don’t like the way the thumbs move.
Some thumbs claim that the fingers oppress,
They infect and irritate just like a splinter in their flesh.
Some thumbs inform of the relative unknown
The thumb bone’s connected to the hand, to the finger bone.
Some fingers see that it’s true
And that’s the only way that hands find things to do.
